He has been many things to many souls over the centuries. He was once a man of God, and servant to the Church. These nights he could not be further from His grace. In another time, he was in love, but such things have faded, eclipsed by immense betrayal and the fog of time. Once he was a man of standing and wealth. Tonight everything he owns was won by unholy guile, or bloody force.

He has played victim, fugitive, avenger, and murderer, and may yet again. Such is the curse of eternal life: one may do everything there is, be everything there is, and still find themselves wanting.

In this twenty-first century of Our Lord, when the sun departs from the sky, Ramón de Quintanilla plays shepherd, as he did five-hundred years ago. He shepherds, not helpless sheep, but those who would prey on the flock: murderers, thieves, rapists, and manipulators, like him. A wolf among sheep can keep the other hounds at bay. And a more perfect position, for a predator against his prey, could not be asked for.

Inquisitor may take many forms, some beautiful, others grotesque. But he most often chooses the trappings of a contemporary superhero. The finest materials clothe a fit and relatively dapper young man. Though his skin remains pallid, his eyes a predatory yellow, Inquisitor is nevertheless a handsome caped cadaver, who moves with unnatural grace.

His other preferred guise is that of a humble photographer, though its fashion is a little behind the times, clad in an olive trenchcoat, shirt and tie, and bowler hat. This is his alter ego of choice, which he uses to feed his obsession with photography and investigate his targets. He is working on updating his wardrobe; on occasion he succeeds at being in style.

But because of his dark gift, Inquisitor can transform into all manner of aspects. Beneath the old Spanish noble may be a wolf, a flock of bats, a swarm of beetles, or a simple mist. He can augment his basic human appearance with fearsome claws, and craft his flesh into that of a beast, so that he may climb, leap, or run beyond the ability of mortals.

When his hunger goes too long unsatisfied, Inquisitor will lose control over his appearance. This can also happen when he uses his powers for long stretches of time. His shapeshifting powers become more difficult, for he must overcome an ever truer visage of his nature. Without blood, he wilts and withers, growing emaciated and more feral in appearance. Such is the complement to a more feral countenance, as Inquisitor will be less able to control himself around flowing blood. This is perhaps his most terrifying form, both in the eyes of others, and his own.

Unlike others who share in the curse, Inquisitor is not so obsessed about keeping his nature a secret. Whether it is out of trust or recklessness, it is relatively open to speculation, though he will not go on record to confirm or deny such a thing.

The Old World charm has survived the centuries, and Inquisitor always puts his best foot forward. Whether in or out of costume, Inquisitor is always impeccably groomed and well-mannered. He has a sharp distaste for those who aren't. Likely a holdover from his mortal days, the man is obsessed with maintaining proper appearances. However, it may be one of many necessities a walking, blood-drinking corpse must abide. Likewise preserved is his now-ancestral Spanish accent, truly unique in today's world, though he finds it difficult to shed, even in another physical form.

Always gracious to those who deserve it, Inquisitor may still slip into a distant, aloof attitude. After all, he has known hundreds of people across hundreds of years, experienced several lifetimes on his own. Such is the ennui of his kind, and it can be difficult to overcome, even for those who may genuinely interest him. One must put in exceptional effort, on occasion, to hold his attention, lest he return to his habits and compulsions. Yet, those who don't try at all are often the ones who catch his eye.

FILL

FILL

FILL

FILL

FILL

• Coming soon...

• Coming soon...

FILL

FILL

FILL

Coming soon...

O Magnum Mysterium | Tomás Luis de Victoria

Pavana de Alexandre | Alonso Mudarra

The Nightmare Begins | Nobuo Uematsu

Wicked | Symphony X

Creepy Ambience | Rick Schaffer

O Vos Omnes | Tomás Luis de Victoria

Pavana IV, V, & VI | Luys Milán

Vampire Hunters | Wojciech Kilar

Disturbed & Twisted | Rick Schaffer

Salve Regina | Tomás Luis de Victoria

The Raven King | Killing Joke

• Our Vampires Are Different - Inquisitor resembles the myriad of vampire legends and modern retellings to varying degrees. Some of his abilities and weaknesses are exactly what you'd expect. Some are quite different.

• Masquerade & Game Face - Inquisitor plays a dangerous game flying around in a cape. He knows well the dangers of paranoia, and that sometimes, overreaching is what kills you. He has overcome his own fear of discovery, if only temporarily, by acting as if there is nothing to hide. Better to feed suspicion now and then, than to leave it a starving, raving beast. He takes care to obfuscate most of his secrets, but passes of most of his abilities as superpowers akin to the others flying and speeding around Millennium City. He even allows his more terrifying side to show now and then. Certainly, he isn't the only creature around with destructive, nightmarish appearances?

• Cursed With Awesome - Inquisitor is cursed, no doubt. He leads a painful, twisted existence, at odds with himself and every living soul on the planet, perhaps even God Himself. But there is great power and potential in his condition. He can see, he can do, he can be things people never dreamed possible. And while it is seductive to mortals, it is still, despite the horrors, invigorating to Inquisitor. It may even be the key to his redemption.

• Stronger With Age - Inquisitor is near five-hundred years old. And though he slept much of this away in a coffin, his blood is becoming quite a rare vintage, with its dark powers growing every night he survives. Who knows what abilities may reveal themselves in time?

• The Fog of Ages - But there's a drawback to it all. As the nights turn to months, and they turn to years, remembering and learning become more difficult for Inquisitor. He must devote months to altering his style of dress, or adapting to new technology. His mortal life is becoming foggier every night, and it is straining his hold on Humanity. He keeps a journal to counteract this process, but for some memories, treasured or otherwise, it may be too late.

• Sanity Slippage - Time has addled his memory, and fear has constrained his mind. Fear of death, discovery, and himself. Inquisitor will often fall prey to routine and compulsion, and it may be getting worse. Though it seldom shows while he is out and about, a visit to his Sanctuary will reveal meticulous hours-long grooming rituals, counting of books in his library, and a nightly reading from the Bible, aloud and alone to himself. Such are the fruits, rotten and bitter, of eternal life.

• Beat It By Compulsion - Inquisitor's many rituals and obsessions are begging to be used against him, and he knows it. He goes to great lengths to try and overcome them, only to fall prey to another. He knows his predictability may be the death of him, once and for all. And while its nothing as crude as counting rice, his infatuation with photography, for example, could easily, perhaps laughably, be leveraged towards his doom.

• Camera Fiend - The undead hero's latest obsession, photography has grown near and dear to Inquisitor's heart. It supplements his journal, and it seems magical to him, the ability to capture moments of time and keep them. The ability to witness sunrises without pain is not lost on him. He enjoys the art form simply for the access it gives him to new memories and new experiences, but also for its helpfulness in tracking and recording his targets when his mind is already foggy. He will wait hours for the perfect shot, however, and likewise stare at a finished photo, even if its not his own, for hours.

• Appearance
• Powers
• Biography
• Allies
• Enemies
• Soundtrack
• Tropes
• Roleplaying